I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 236: Know-it-all PTSD
To be honest, not only Catherine didn't like Hagrid's lectures, but even Harry, who had a very good relationship with Hagrid, couldn't listen much.

It’s not that there’s anything wrong with Hagrid’s teaching skills, it’s just that kids of this age are only thinking about playing.

It’s not that Louis’ mind is full of play, but he...but he has no interest in magical creatures at all, he swears to the lamp.

Catherine squatted down and gently pressed the wound around the corpse with her white lace-gloved hands. She frowned and looked up and asked, "Do other animals die in this way?"

"Yes." The female operator nodded in confirmation. She then said, intentionally or unintentionally, "Alas, Sterling Farm is the largest farm around. The Sterlings have a good reputation and often donate to the town's schools. It's a pity for these two good people... Alas..."

"Alas." Louis also sighed.

Catherine stood up, squeezed Louis' shoulder, and whispered, "Let's go and take a look at the crime scene and then see the farmer's body."

The female operator immediately and attentively led the way for them. The operator who was setting up the cordon at the door of the house wanted to stop them, but was stopped by the female operator.

"These two are agents from MI5." She said briefly and the agents immediately made way for her. It was better to have less trouble than more, and no one wanted to have any conflict with MI5.

Because the scene was fully protected, the furnishings in the house were still exactly the same as when the crime occurred. The two white circles on the ground marked the location where the bodies of the farmer and his wife were originally located. Unlike the cowshed where there was no blood, the blood here was almost flowing into a small river.

"The amount of bleeding is quite heavy." Louis commented, shaking his head. At this moment, the chair behind them suddenly moved. Louis looked back and saw that there was no one there. It was probably someone in the trio who accidentally bumped into it.

Fortunately, the female operator's mind was not on that matter, so the matter was covered up.

"It seems that the murderer broke in through the window." Catherine pointed to the shotgun next to the white circle on the window and said, "It seems that the farmer, Mr. Sterling, noticed the situation outside. He stood by the window, holding the shotgun and shouted at the mysterious murderer. As a result, he disturbed the murderer and angered him. He was killed, and even his wife was not spared."

"I don't think the murderer was targeting them..." Catherine added.

"Why do you say that?" Louis asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No rush, let's go and see the farmer's body before we make any conclusion." Catherine curled the corners of her lips.

The agents naturally responded to the MI5 agent's request. The female agent drove Louis and the others to the police station's morgue. The equipment in the British morgue was quite good these days. There were push-pull refrigerators on both sides of the wall. The bodies of the farmer Sterling and his wife were placed inside.

"It seems that the two are still neighbors after death." Louis said a cold joke.

Catherine looked at him without saying anything. Instead, she opened two refrigerators, took a quick look, and then stepped back.

"It's just as I guessed, Agent Mountbatten." Catherine raised her index finger and pushed her glasses up, feeling like Conan was possessed - but no matter how you look at it, it looks like his mother-in-law, Eri Kisaki. "The deceased has heavy scratches on his body, and there are no bite marks like those on farm animals... So my inference is valid. The murderer is most likely targeting farm animals."

"Yeah." Louis nodded, agreeing with Catherine.

After leaving their contact information, the two left the police station and drove to a hotel in the town. The three kids took off their cloaks and kept fanning themselves.

"It's too hot. This cloak is really suffocating." Hermione complained, and then asked excitedly: "Catherine, how did you infer so much information from limited information?"

"Ah, I was just guessing." Catherine smiled irresponsibly: "So Miss Know-it-all--"

"I'm not a know-it-all, stop talking!" Hermione used to be quite proud of this title, but now, she always feels like someone is mocking her whenever she hears this nickname.

She has some PTSD. It seems that Catherine dealt her a heavy blow in the afternoon.

Come to think of it, Hermione, who has always been confident in her knowledge, was beaten up by a pure-blood wizard in terms of knowledge about the Muggle world. It was a normal reaction for her to feel a little bit unable to accept it.

"Are you really not a know-it-all?" Catherine leaned down until her face was level with hers. They were so close that Hermione could even feel Catherine's breath. For a moment, she was a little panicked and at a loss.

"I, I, I...I really am not..." Hermione whimpered: "Just let me go, Catherine...I am already pitiful enough."

“Hehe.” Catherine chuckled and said, “Okay, then I’ll let you go for now. Let’s go get a few rooms in the hotel first.”

Having said that, she took Louis’ arm and turned to walk in the direction of the hotel.

"Tell me what could be causing this strange phenomenon." In the room, Louis asked the three little ones in a low voice.

The three little ones looked at each other, but no one could tell what was going on.

"Could it... could it be some kind of giant bat?" Ron asked cautiously.

Hermione immediately denied his words: "No, it's unlikely. First of all, those scratches are not something a bat can have. Besides... if it was a bat, the farmer, Mr. Sterling, would definitely shoot first instead of shouting to drive it away..."

"You mean, werewolves?" Harry asked tentatively, "But werewolves, werewolves don't suck blood, right?"

"Could it be a vampire?" Ron raised another terrible possibility.

"It shouldn't be." Catherine said hesitantly, "What Ron said about vampires seems to be consistent. After all, if it is a humanoid creature, it also fits the farmer's practice of driving it away first - but if it is a vampire, why doesn't he suck the farmer, but suck the animals? This is a bit illogical..."

"Could it be that they have changed their ways to become vegetarians?" Louis said with a chuckle, "Don't they say that vampires will not miss any opportunity to suck human blood? They are not good men and women..."

"I don't know about that." Catherine shrugged and said helplessly with her hand on her forehead: "There are too many unreasonable things in this case... Oh my God..."

"If this case was easy to handle, Sister Lian wouldn't be so upset." Louis said with a smile. He took out this year's new Nokia 2110 from his pocket and called Solan Lian.

Louis also gave Solanlian a cell phone when they left. After teaching her how to use it, he told her to keep it turned on and wait for his call.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Hello? Sister Lian?" Louis asked. "It's me." A strong electric sound came from the other end of the phone, but it could be vaguely distinguished as Solan Lian's voice.

Louis briefly explained the doubts about the Muggle case, and then he asked emphatically: "Sister Lian, is the case in Eagle Village basically consistent with the case in the Muggle world?"

"Yes, it's basically the same, except that one person is missing." Solanlian's voice was a little tired: "Any progress over there?"

"Not yet, but I'll tell you if there is." After Louis gave a few more instructions, he hung up the phone.

Catherine sat on the bed and asked softly, "How is it, what did Mom say?"

"The cases in Eagle Point Village are basically consistent with those in the Muggle world." Louis shrugged. "They are all poultry and livestock that have been drained of blood, except that there is one more missing girl in the wizarding world."

"Then it seems that the perpetrators are the same kind of people... the same kind of creature," Hermione said quickly.

Afterwards, the four of them fell into a silent silence.

Everyone here is not a professional detective. Besides, even if they are professional detectives, it seems that they are of little use when faced with such a case in the wizarding world that is not related to their expertise.

"What now?" Ron asked.

“Wait, let’s go out for dinner first, and then wait here.” Lewis squinted his eyes and sighed: “We can only wait for them to commit crimes again, and then find the common points of the cases.”

"No, Xiaolu." Catherine suddenly said, "I remember the female operator once told me that Sterling Farm is the largest farm around. Do you think it is possible..."

"You mean..." Louis quickly understood: "The criminals will raid the next farm while everyone is not reacting?"

"It's very likely!" Catherine immediately stood up and said to Louis, "Come on, let's go down and find out if there are any farms around!"

Louis nodded and followed Catherine out of the room, and the three little ones followed closely.

The owner of the hotel was a talkative middle-aged man. When he saw Louis was talking to him, he immediately took the opportunity to start talking about everything there was to talk about.

After going around for a long time, Louis finally got the answer he wanted. Ramsay Farm, more than ten kilometers away from here, is one of the only two farms around the town.

The other one is Sterling's farm.

The five people drove off and finally arrived at Ramsey Farm before sunset.

In order to make it look more realistic, Louis deliberately gave his car two lightweight crushing wounds and blew out two tires.

The main house of the farm was not far away. After walking for about seven or eight minutes, the five people arrived at the door.

Louis reached out and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened and a vigorous elderly man opened it.

"Hello, dear sir." Louis said politely, his manners were elegant and impeccable: "I'm sorry to bother you at this time. Our family's tire burst on the road, and we don't have enough spare tires in the car, so I would like to ask if you could be so kind as to let us bother you for one night?"

Louis' elegant demeanor instantly dispelled the old man's doubts. He smiled, stretched out his hand, shook Louis' hand, and promised: "No problem, of course no problem. I am the owner of this farm, James Ramsay, and welcome all five of you."

"Hello, Mr. Ramsay." Louis smiled and said, "I am Louis Mountbatten."

The old man's expression changed, and he asked in surprise: "Louis Mountbatten? What is your relationship with Lord Mountbatten of Windsor Castle...?"

"That's my grandpa." Louis nodded honestly.

"Ah...ah..." Mr. Ramsay shook Louis' hand again and said excitedly, "You are the commander's grandson? Oh my God...I was fortunate enough to serve in Burma during the last war. When the war was about to end, I was promoted to the headquarters as a staff officer because of my military merits. I was fortunate enough to work with the commander..."

"Ah...you are grandpa's comrade-in-arms?" Louis also stood in awe. After all, the man in front of him was an old soldier who had fought against the Japanese invaders. He still had to show him the proper respect.

"Of course, of course." Mr. Ramsay looked at the four people behind him suddenly and quickly invited everyone to come in and sit down.

He immediately called the servants at home and asked them to prepare dinner for the young master of the old boss's family.

"Since you are my grandfather's comrade-in-arms, I will speak directly to you." Louis has always been in a habit of beating around the bush, which is not in line with the British. He likes to be direct. "Another farm in town... that is, the Sterling Farm. Have you heard about the case that happened there?"

"Old Sterling?" Mr. Ramsay nodded. "I heard about it. This morning, Lisa... Oh, the maid I hired told me about the Ramsay Farm. Well... Actually, we are still friends. They are good people praised by everyone in the town. It's a pity that such a thing happened to them in their old age."

As he spoke, Mr. Ramsay began to cross himself and pray for the Sterlings.

As if infected by Mr. Ramsay's tone, Louis also said somewhat depressedly: "We are here for this case."

"You...are here for this case?" Old Ramsay seemed a little unresponsive.

"Of course, thanks to some connections, I got a sinecure in MI5, and now... I just happened to come across this kind of thing while on vacation, and it's within our jurisdiction, so I came to take a look." Louis said half-truthfully - but he was indeed recorded in the MI5 files, just not as an ordinary agent.

"I see." Old Ramsay nodded, then asked hesitantly, "I heard that the case at Sterling Farm is rather strange. Have you found any clues?"

"A little, but not much." Louis sighed softly, "It seems that the murderer did not go after the Sterlings, but specifically targeted the livestock on their farm. In the end, the murderer took the risk and killed the Sterlings because they discovered the murderer."

"This..." Mr. Ramsay frowned and asked in confusion, "I'm sorry, Master Louis, I don't understand the murderer's motive. Why is their main purpose to slaughter the livestock on Sterling Farm?"

(End of this chapter)